Chapter 303

Click.

With the crisp sound of a mouse click, the email displayed on the screen was swiftly deleted.

Liu Yi nodded at Feng Mu; the surrounding crowd of "Wang Congs" also looked at him with suspicious expressions, their shallow intellects unable to comprehend the purpose of Feng Mu's actions.

Gong Qi intuitively sensed his junior brother was about to begin unconventional operations; his mind spun wildly, attempting to guess the mystery before the answer was revealed.

Gong Qi had a strong interest in solving puzzles, but regrettably, interest often does not equate to aptitude.

Gong Qi's aptitude for puzzle-solving was mediocre, lacking a spark of inspiration, far inferior to the astonishing comprehension he displayed in the field of "telecom fraud."

But Gong Qi never tired of puzzle-solving.

Covering up facts (X)

Destroying evidence (X)

???

Gong Qi deduced various possibilities one by one, then swiftly overturned them all one by one.

In this process he felt a pleasure different from killing; it was a pure mental game, full of challenge and stimulation.

Gong Qi ultimately failed to arrive at an answer; he was still racking his brains in contemplation, hoping his junior brother would delay revealing the correct answer a bit longer.

Give him one more second, give him one more second; he felt he was about to solve the answer.

Feng Mu, however, looked at the crowd and said blandly: "I need one person to help Gong Lao write another suicide note email; who will do it?"

The crowd stared at Feng Mu in shock, their brains collectively crashing; Liu Yi couldn't help blurting out, his voice carrying barely concealed confusion:

"Help Gong Lao write another suicide note? But he's already dead, his body is downstairs and many people saw it; won't this be exposed immediately?"

Feng Mu was not a man who forbade subordinates from voicing dissent; he also admitted Liu Yi's objection was factual and reasonable.

Feng Mu smiled: "Correct, just as you said, you can think of this, and outsiders will equally think of this; so, who will do it?"

Silence for a long while; Feng Mu did not urge them, merely maintaining calm eye contact with each person in turn, a gentle smile ever on his face.

Suddenly, one person stepped forward from the midst — precisely the fellow who had just sneered and mockingly asked himself "what talent do I have?"

He was Guan Zhong 【255/255】

The human heart, however, is the most baffling riddle; its elusiveness lies not only in its ability to deceive others, but even more in its ability to deceive itself.

Guan Zhong himself could not say why he chose to step forward.

Perhaps because he had already smashed the pot and given up, no longer caring about consequences;

Perhaps because he still harbored unrealistic extravagant hopes, wanting to grasp a rope that hangs men;

Or perhaps, simply because Feng Mu's calm and gentle smile touched some indescribable emotion deep in his heart, making him feel an inexplicable... anger?

In short, he asked coldly with a stiff face: "Is it to write a suicide note completely different from the previous one, shifting the blame onto someone other than the Prison Warden?"

Liu Yi gently placed the computer back on the dining table; Feng Mu walked over and pulled out a chair with extremely gentlemanly bearing.

At this moment, the strange emotion in Guan Zhong's heart grew stronger; he moved his steps somewhat unnaturally and slowly sat down.

Guan Zhong raised his arms, both hands stiffly placed on the keyboard; Feng Mu raised his arms, both hands lightly pressing on Guan Zhong's shoulders.

In Gong Qi's eyes, this scene looked as if Guan Zhong was controlling the computer, while his junior brother was controlling Guan Zhong, possessing a wonderful rhythm.

Guan Zhong swallowed a mouthful of saliva; he felt a thread of coolness transmitted through the fabric on his shoulders, which unexpectedly did not make him uncomfortable; on the contrary, within that chill, he strangely sensed a trace of unusual warmth.

"Your proposal also has merit; perhaps next time we encounter a more suitable opportunity, we can try your method. But this time, we should still respect Gong Lao's dying wish."

Feng Mu leaned down slightly; his cheek nearly brushed against Guan Zhong's cheek, his gentle breath lightly caressing the other's face; he smiled and added:

"We'll write a suicide note identical to Gong Lao's."

Guan Zhong's eyes widened; he only felt his brain in chaos.

Feng Mu's ten fingers gently exerted force; Guan Zhong's spine shuddered as if electrocuted, and all his muscles relaxed within that shudder.

"Don't be nervous; just treat yourself as Gong Lao, and write following his train of thought; as for the specific wording and tone of the suicide note, you can improvise freely; I believe you can write something even more compelling than Gong Lao."

Guan Zhong completely did not remember what he wrote; when he came to his senses, a suicide note had already been mostly written in the email body.

Feng Mu's face revealed unconcealed approval:

"You wrote well; the language is sincere, the emotion abundant; you've expressed that despair and resentment; anyone who reads it would probably think Prison Warden Qian Huan is an utterly wicked villain; good, very good."

Having spoken, Feng Mu did not wait for Guan Zhong to react, but reached out to grasp the mouse and gently clicked send; the recipient address was the same as the previous email's address jqjy03@xxxx. com.

Guan Zhong's hands left the keyboard; he cried out: "I, I haven't finished writing."

Feng Mu patted Guan Zhong's shoulder again, comforting: "It's fine; a half-written email provokes even more imagination; hmm, there's no time anyway; even if the Patrol Bureau is slow, they'll be here soon; we should withdraw."

Likewise, this email was also deleted!!!

Liu Yi and the rest, at this moment, seemed to have understood a little, yet also seemed not to have fully understood; their lips moved, wanting to ask but not daring.

Gong Qi had no such reservations; he truly could not figure out the answer, his heart itching like a cat scratching, and asked:

"Junior Brother, this... in the end, which scheme is it?"

Feng Mu led the crowd out while laughing: "Since Senior Brother is so puzzled, then does Senior Brother think the recipient of the email might not have the same puzzlement?"

Gong Qi nodded: "They should be quite puzzled, because normal people can't possibly write two suicide notes, right?"

The corner of Feng Mu's mouth curled into a meaningful smile: "Exactly; which dead person would write two suicide notes?"

Gong Qi's pupils contracted; he said excitedly: "So, the two suicide notes must be one true and one false; as long as the time of death is investigated, it's easy to know which is real and which is fake, right?"

Feng Mu stepped out the door, his footsteps pausing slightly, then let out a light laugh:

"Is it really that easy to judge? Senior Brother thinks this way because you were on the scene, witnessed all details, and formed a preconceived judgment.

But for those audiences who can only learn through the Internet, hearing things secondhand, they may not be able to maintain the same clarity."

Feng Mu turned his head, his gaze falling on the neighbor's anti-theft door, his tone carrying a touch of emotion, and continued:

"The most interesting thing about the human species is that they not only excel at deceiving others, but even more at deceiving themselves. Because for most of their lives, they are actually telling lies with their eyes wide open."

As his words fell, Feng Mu did not leave the crowd much time to think, but suddenly turned toward that tightly shut anti-theft door, the corner of his mouth hooking into a mocking smile:

"You tell me, am I right or not? Hmm, how should I correctly address you? The helpful neighbor who puts out fires, or the murderer hiding behind the door?"

End of Chapter